Page 162 of Psycho Beasts

I moaned softly, “Xerxes.” His name was a plea.

“Alpha,” he growled back.

Long, callused fingers gripped my waist.

His kisses trailed lower.

“Xerxes,” I repeated mindlessly.

He sat up, and there was a loud rip as he tore off my sweatpants and they joined the pile of ruined clothes.

Shivering, I grasped his shoulder and tugged his warm body back against me. The soft carpet tickled my back as I panted.

Desperate for him.

Xerxes dragged his tongue slowly across my stomach. “Sweet fucking cranberries.”

He moaned loudly and nipped at my lower belly with his teeth.

I moaned as the pinch bloomed into pleasure.

He dragged his teeth across my flesh, nipping harder and harder until I was a writhing mess.

Suddenly, he bit even harder, and his teeth broke my skin.

I yelped with surprise, the sound turning into a moan as euphoria sparked in its wake.

Xerxes went still.

After what felt like forever, Xerxes finally moved.

He whispered, “Sorry,” and softly kissed my stomach.

His lips gently trailed across my torso, but he never nipped or bit like he had before. The inferno between us dulled, and I squirmed, unsatisfied.

His light touches weren’t what I wanted.

I chewed on the side of my mouth.

Xerxes kept kissing me, like I was so delicate I would break, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

Maybe he likes to be gentle. Don’t scare him.

His tender ministrations continued, and my agitation spiked until I finally begged, “Please.”

Again, he stopped moving and pulled away from me. His face shattered with concern. “I hurt you.”

“No, I meant…” I trailed off, unable to verbalize what I wanted, and turned my head to the side.

Sun god, this was awkward.

Xerxes sighed roughly.

Arms trembling, he pulled himself back, so we weren’t touching and said, “So sorry.”

Fuck, I was blowing it.

I reached for him. He shuddered as I grabbed his shoulders and tugged his body back toward mine.

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